09-30-2016, 10:12 AM
The dark haired, pale creature in the blue dress moved away from the bar, and Dane openly watched her departure. Aria would have been attractive in such a bright blue dress and ruby red lips. He made note of where she went, and to whom she talked, leaning far aside to track her path. Nobody followed after her. Perhaps she was in attendance stag. That was always a good sign for Dane.
He looked back to Soren, brows raised as he absorbed what was said through his thick accent. Dane suppressed a roll of the eyes, but he did shrug casually. "Yes, Declan always had his nose in a book, or twiddling paintbrushes with his fingers. As children, he liked to dig in the sandbox. I detest sand."
India sparked the first inkling of interest in Dane, however. Dirty and smelly country. He had no desire to see it, but perhaps a hint of snobbery surfaced. He was heir to the title, now. A title that meant nothing but to inflate the ego, but he would accept it none the less. "He died in India? You were there. What happened? How did it happen? I was told nothing but vagaries."
He looked back to Soren, brows raised as he absorbed what was said through his thick accent. Dane suppressed a roll of the eyes, but he did shrug casually. "Yes, Declan always had his nose in a book, or twiddling paintbrushes with his fingers. As children, he liked to dig in the sandbox. I detest sand."
India sparked the first inkling of interest in Dane, however. Dirty and smelly country. He had no desire to see it, but perhaps a hint of snobbery surfaced. He was heir to the title, now. A title that meant nothing but to inflate the ego, but he would accept it none the less. "He died in India? You were there. What happened? How did it happen? I was told nothing but vagaries."